(If it was meant to be…)

All these years,

All these tears, 

I thought it’d be kind of easy getting over you.

It’s another year,

And you still don’t know me.

Im playing for keeps; it’s all a mind game.

Which guy can get into your head with impressions that stain?

& every time i come up with some witty expression of love,

The boys laugh.

But they don’t understand it.

They don’t understand me.

It’s more than just romanticism.

I want you in my heart,

This is more than just sexual.

I’ve been; praying for years, through tears.

Just hoping that God, would hear,

And bring you here.

And I would keep you near.

Hold you tight and never let go.

Just wanted to be clear, another poem.

Me tryna let go.

It’s weird; like we were meant to be.

I can’t control;

This “crush” has morphed into an obsession so long ago.

Least I admit it though.

I be strolling through your Instagram,

And double tapping all the pictures,

And upset at all the men you wit.

And even got your name circled in the yearbook.

Funny how: people change, but you the same,

At least how you look,

Same innocence;

In a sense, just judging off of my interpretation of you,

Since I haven’t met you

Im sure the thought would occur to some,

The reason I still write about you as if you really are the one.

Well, Sarah, are you the one?

I know I’ll get no answer,

But I can still dream.

We’re on different levels,

I just pray these words mean.

Something

(If it was meant to be…)